She doesn't care that I care far more than I dare.
But when I stare into her eyes and run my hand through her hair,
she feels my feelings.
I have plenty to share.
I imagine what she's thinking and she knows what I dream.
We don't speak of these things though.
They're not quite what they seem.
I wish not to awaken when it's her on my mind.
She'll only be there forever.
That's not enough time.
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